Chapter 273

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was so overwhelming that he appeared like a descending God-King of Creation.

One thought for destruction, one thought for creation.

This punch, as it smashed down, felt like an entire universe pressing in, bringing endless terror and despair to those who faced it.

It was as if one were a person facing the vast, boundless universe—tiny and helpless.

This was the power of the universe's origin; even a single strand was enough to generate immense energy.

Let alone Wang Chuan and the others, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was somewhat astonished by this power.

"Controlling destruction and rebirth—this power is too terrifying. But for now, it is still in its gestation period," Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

The Origin of God was the starting point of Jun Xiaoyao's Dao.

In the future, this origin point would continue to transform, producing all sorts of inconceivable changes.

Jun Xiaoyao's power would only grow stronger.

With one punch, the earth collapsed, smashed into a deep crater nearly a thousand zhang in radius.

Endless fissures spread out, and the entire landscape was left in tatters.

As for Wang Chuan, he had been smashed into the ground, and even the Small Six Paths Reincarnation Disk showed signs of cracking.

One must know, this was a Supreme Treasure.

Although Wang Chuan could not fully unleash the power of the Small Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, it was certainly not something anyone could easily crush.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, who had beaten the ancient freak to the point of being neither dead nor alive with a single punch.

Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, and the others did not know what to say.

They found it hard to imagine how miserable Jun Xiaoyao's opponents and enemies would be if he returned to the Immortal Realm.

"Cough, cough..."

The sound of coughing blood rang out.

Wang Chuan stepped out of the deep crater, one step at a time.

His body was shattered, his chin was stained with blood, and his aura had withered to the extreme.

In Wang Chuan's eyes, there was also a look of terror.

In the era he came from, Wang Chuan had reached the peak, becoming one of the most powerful young supremes.

But in this era, the moment Wang Chuan emerged, he encountered Jun Xiaoyao; it could be said he was truly miserable.

Otherwise, he would likely have continued the glory of the Reincarnation Saint Body.

"Oh, not dead yet?" Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

As expected of an ancient freak, there was still some substance to him.

If it had been a contemporary heaven's pride, they would have long since been smashed into meat paste by Jun Xiaoyao's punch.

Although Wang Chuan was barely alive, it was clear he no longer had the strength to fight.

"It's over." Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent.

Unless it was an enemy with utility, whom Jun Xiaoyao would temporarily spare—such as Xiao Chen and Yang Pan—

But this Wang Chuan was of no use to him, and being an ancient freak, he posed a certain threat.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally would not be soft-hearted; he intended to pull up the weeds and eliminate the roots.

Feeling Jun Xiaoyao's killing intent, Wang Chuan's heart turned cold.

He had been buried in the lower realm for countless years, and the moment he emerged, he had intended to sweep across the contemporary era.

Yet now, he was about to die.

Wang Chuan could not accept this result; it was too tragic.

"Die!"

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was aloof. He struck down with a palm, and between his fingers, the power of origin flowed, causing the void to collapse.

With this palm strike, Wang Chuan could no longer resist!

Xiao Moxian watched, her pretty face tightening.

Wang Chuan could be considered her ally, and there was a possibility he would join the Demon Immortal Sect.

She wanted to speak up to stop him, but she found she could not say the words.

Xiao Moxian understood Jun Xiaoyao's character well enough.

Would he stop because of Xiao Moxian's dissuasion?

That was clearly impossible.

Therefore, Xiao Moxian ultimately did not speak to dissuade him, lest she incur Jun Xiaoyao's displeasure.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's palm pressing down, Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "I am willing to surrender!"

Hearing this, Jiang Luoli and the others were all astonished.

An ancient freak was actually offering to surrender.

This was something unimaginable before.

However, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained completely unmoved.

To him, whether Wang Chuan begged for mercy or not, the result was the same.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's indifference, Wang Chuan clenched his fists tightly.

He had only just broken his seal and had not yet gone to the Immortal Realm to display his glory; how could he be willing to fall like this?

"Wait, Jun Xiaoyao, I still have value to you!" Wang Chuan shouted.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Wang Chuan made a decision in his heart.

He did not want to fall into obscurity like this, so he had to play his final trump card.

Wang Chuan transmitted his voice to Jun Xiaoyao, informing him of certain matters.

For instance, he was the Saint Son of the Reincarnation Demon Sect and the only person who could find the sect's treasury.

Within the Reincarnation Demon Sect's treasury, there even existed an Emperor Weapon, the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk.

Originally, it would have been impossible for Wang Chuan to let others know of this so easily.

But now, in order to survive, Wang Chuan had no other choice.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm stopped in front of Wang Chuan, only three feet from his forehead.

Wang Chuan was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale.

If he had spoken a second later, he might have been a headless corpse by now.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.

Although he did not believe Wang Chuan's words one hundred percent, he felt it was highly probable.

"You should know the consequences of deceiving this Divine Son." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was condescending, carrying a sense of indifference.

"Naturally, I know. The Reincarnation Demon Sect has long since vanished into the river of history, leaving only me as a lone survivor. How would I dare to deceive you and the Jun Clan?" Wang Chuan replied.

He was now all alone.

And behind Jun Xiaoyao stood a massive, immortal family.

If Wang Chuan deceived Jun Xiaoyao, he would ultimately not escape death.

"You may live, but... you must be planted with a Slave Seal."

Jun Xiaoyao's first half of the sentence made Wang Chuan breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately after, his expression turned ugly.

A Slave Seal was an extremely humiliating method.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao had used this method to deal with Wu Mingyue, though he had later removed it for her.

If he were planted with a Slave Seal, Wang Chuan's life and death would be in Jun Xiaoyao's hands with a single thought.

But that was not the main point.

The main point was that he was an ancient freak.

An ancient freak being planted with a Slave Seal—who would believe that if word got out?

Wang Chuan gritted his teeth secretly and said, "Can we take a step back? Even becoming a follower would be fine."

Becoming a follower was at least not as extreme as being planted with a Slave Seal.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao had walked his own path; if he did not fall in the future, he would certainly reach the supreme peak.

Therefore, becoming Jun Xiaoyao's follower was not entirely unacceptable.

"A follower? I have no interest for now. Besides, you have no qualifications to bargain!" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan felt a sense of humiliation.

He, a dignified ancient freak, did not even have the qualifications to become a follower!

Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly, clearly growing impatient.

The Reincarnation Demon Sect's treasury was tempting, but it was not something Jun Xiaoyao absolutely had to have.

If he got it, that was naturally better.

If he didn't, he wouldn't lose a piece of flesh.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's impatience, Wang Chuan took a deep breath and knelt on one knee before him.

To survive, Wang Chuan had no choice but to accept!

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao revealed a look of surprise.

This ancient freak of the Reincarnation Demon Sect was indeed capable of bending and stretching.

The temperament of an ancient freak was indeed incomparable to those unruly contemporary heaven's prides.

Wang Chuan opened his mental palace, allowing Jun Xiaoyao to plant the Slave Seal.

With this, the ancient freak was completely controlled by Jun Xiaoyao, becoming a slave.

If the people of the Immortal Realm knew of this news, one could only imagine the storm it would stir up.

Because the one Jun Xiaoyao had enslaved was not a contemporary heaven's pride, but an ancient freak just like Princess Long Ji!